The circle of wolves around us seemed to hold its collective breath. The bass from the speakers was a physical thrum in the floorboards, but in our little radius of chaos, the only sound was the jagged rhythm of my own breathing.
Ethan didn't wait for a verbal invitation. He moved with the fluid, terrifying speed of an Alpha in training. One moment he was sitting across from me, and the next, he was looming over me, his knees pinning my thighs to the hardwood floor. His hands, large and warm, slid up my neck, his thumbs forcing my chin up so my throat was completely exposed.
The red dress felt like a target. I could see the hunger in his eyes—a raw, competitive hunger. He didn't want me because he liked me; he wanted me because he could smell the king who had been there first.
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